Psalms 11

1 (To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.) In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? 2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. 3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? 4 aThe LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: bhis eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. 5 The LORD ctrieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. 6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

 
Cross Ref
4aHab 2:20
bEph 5:13
Heb 4:13
5cJob 5:17
Psa 94:12
Jer 20:12